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Wednesday, August 13, 2025

#SleepingWhileWoke #AwakenInThisDreamBoat #FollowMeClosely

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BENJAMIN’S won 12 X’s in 10 frames
Systematic stigmatic having a brain seizure appearing to contemplate the heavenly souls
When it’s a fixation of the eyeballs is upon ghostly figures invisible to every other one too
Communicating with the unknown, the ineffable that only the dead might score in a Rolls
Up here in the world, we only have a sweet concoction-mix of Earth & Moon balls so blue.

In the mood to hear the same song the sisters repeated over & over for my predilection
There’s never any reason for war other than you’ve experienced reverse golden rule sin
Y’all do chit to everybody else, all the others before they do it, any of it, to you and yours
Handshake given, a smile and kiss on the cheek, enough until tomorrow’s lip lock force.

Piercing through the veil that hides the void of the unknown matrix’ subatomic charm
Neutrons dancing up and down, in and around the thing itself & the origin of the Void
City girls and country girls from the United States of America, well they’re the subject
Objective predication comes in rapid fire, loaded for bear & don’t give a rip about chit.

Your high class with or without your glasses looks good enough for the minions, eh?
You know what you know because that is your fate, if you weren’t your fate, you’d die
Just like a bug in a rug, not knowing it’s a rug, stays there too long then it’s a brushoff
Like you didn’t mean anything to the mother who hatched your egg, like a jet takeoff.

Hard core I am, soft drinks not goin’ down my gullet, lose your gall bladder too soon
Poison comes into the genome without the full complement to insure the holy bliss
Going to the worshipping broods or the loner philosophy to stay at One with the One
Whichever it is, be happy you’re here & now, the alternative is Man, you’re all done!

The feature of begetting similar mutations of an XX & XY merger, Victoria’s got a secret
Hard core and solvent in historical six senses, decades of sleepin’ & wakin’ up in a stir
Dreams while asleep don’t match the ones presented while wide awake, sober in debt
Barbie dolls came & went before the judges, all up on high without any tete-a-tete, eh?

Above or below the Mason-Dixon line, everything happens for some unknown reason
Products are what comes from the multiplication subsequent division, US subtraction
Kids come too soon or too late, move on with any luck, far from the coop, far out at sea
Ain’t no glory after the tour of duty, just a flashback or two, yet ready to die #Incountry

Dead and long gone like my great grandparents who were here back then in wonderful bliss
Unaware that they were dreamin’ their lives the whole time they thought they were awake
Keep staying wide awake even after the twilight zone comes into view, hold on for the rides
Every day there’s a new set of causes to help the special effects, either sober or fully baked.

Music for the genius is enigmatic, beats of notes from scales in diminished crescendo & chit
Sweet to taste what the food & drink do once consumed, a shocking embarrassment to gods
Well what the hell do y’all want, don’t feed the cattle & they’ll become extinct, so let’s rock
Luck of the draw, bluff & win it all, a bunch of metal coin & getting’ off an atomic gamecock.

Christmas and the return of Yin & Yang to the infinite Void, keeps the busy bodies in love fall
Blinded by the light of feeling like mating with XX or XY, it’s the species move, it ain’t my call
Four-wheel drives get way up there where hotrods can’t get it, just drive a hole in 1, Tequilla
Way back in the 20th century it wasn’t like this, didn’t FLY, rode camels poundin’ sand, taqiyya.

Lost in the middle of the desert with a harem of nasty chicks with Victoria’s Secret covered up
Red necks and the kids they begot are now in control to get the species to sip the cosmic cup
It’s either half-full or half-empty, same chit on a different day, dad & gramma knew the score
A game got tied up until the last batter came up & whacked a grand slam, a 2-a-day what-for.

Now then, the perfect game of Bowling, crashin’ 10 pins at a whack, 12 times in 1’s game bliss
Dried up the wet sand and mud and blew it all away in one huff & a follow up puff, just like this
There will not be any reruns at a later date, what you’ll see is all you’ll ever get, never forget it
If you don’t recall the memory, it’s defunct & null & void for eternity, drill deep diamond bit!

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r j j  stephan, i

c. Mercredi, August 13th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 AMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to @ACDC #FlyOnTheWall in an infinite loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/M3oNKlvJGcI }
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